My Gym Partner's An Orange Cream Flavored Jelly Bean

Writhe was GRABBED by the article of said clothing. Er, the collar I mean. It rather surprised him, and his helmet fins perked up and without much thought to if it was Whiskey or not he swung his arm at whatever had grabbed him to try and punch it.

Whiskey, half expecting this, did not have time to dodge, but rather to attempt to reach and grab this arm after he was hit. His eyes flashed when he was hit, because of anger not damage to circuitry. He spoke.

"Yeah?" Writhe asked in return. "Well I made it optional." Yes, he was a bit of a bad little 'turrie from time to time. I wonder where he got it from. Ahem. Anyway he didn't seem to concerned with the fact Whiskey wasn't all that content with his answer.

Gosh, what a grouch. Didn't get his way and was going to go act like the bully on the play ground about it. Whatever. Writhe really didn't take a lot of what he said seriously *much like Spongebob =U* he decided he would leave anyway. He'd either get over it, or he'd continue to be a complete grump about it and refuse his help later on. If he decided on the latter then he was just being a stubborn idiot as far Writhe was concerned. (Because Writhe himself was clearly not being stubborn)

Whiskey actually meant exactly what he had said. Untrustworthy, wouldn't follow a command and defiant. He didn't need a child he needed a partner.

He entered the room again, glancing around for a moment. Nope, he hadn't brought a thing in. He felt his pocket for the keycard, tossing it onto the bed before exiting the room and letting the door shut behind him.

_________________ Thank you Ten. =PBrad is now....A MAN....after however long this message has been here. >=. --Mega10

Writhe hadn't actually left from the hall yet. Yes he wanted to completely and utterly defy what Whiskey had said because it seemed like rules only had to apply to him, and not the other guy. It irritated him. So he had thus far settled for leaning against a small decorative table at the end of the hall, tapping it in irritation as he thought this whole thing over.

He probably wasn't in the best position to refuse to act properly. He didn't exactly have his own way home, nor any money or anything at all for that matter to start over at this new place. Plus he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He glared at nothing in particular. Stupid mouth. Always getting him in trouble before he could think things through properly. His fingers drummed more fiercely now. There was really only one smart option he had. He didn't want to do it though.

He was sort of surprised to see Whiskey out again so soon. His helmet fins perked up for a moment--he was a good distance away from him still since he was at the end of the hall but Ten decided they were still in visible sight of each other. Strange. Or perhaps not. He probably was going to go drink somewhere.

Helmet fins lowering down as low as possible now, he began to walk towards the other. He was going to have to apologize for not shutting his mouth long enough to think. He hated apologizing. He wasn't sure it would even work and furthermore it was flat out insulting to his own pride--thus why he did not look very pleased at the moment.

"Hey uh--you." He called as he was getting closer. For he did not know Whiskey's name.

Writhe wasted no time with stating what he 'wanted'. Which he quite did NOT want, but knew was needed anyway.

"To....apologize." His helmet fins flattened as he said the word. He tried to get them back up so he didn't look so dang grumpy. "I...let my mouth talk too much before my brain thought it out." Admitting he was wrong? TORTURE. OH SO MUCH TORTURE. It was KILLING HIM. Figuratively.

Writhe watched Whiskey and his mannerisms. He was kind of unsure if Whiskey meant that in a good or bad way and since he always seemed to be getting himself in trouble with his mouth he decided to keep quiet.

Writhe nodded in agreement to this. (Lol he wasn't dumb and like NO I'M LEAVING JERKFACE >=| XDD) He continued towards room then. Unlike WHISKEY he still had his card key with him. For he had not tossed his in the room before leaving.

Writhe did so. Although he glanced to Whiskey when they had stopped at the door. Because, well it really didn't seem much like HIS room to him as much as it was Whiskey's room. So he figured he'd let the other guy open it.

Writhe, surprisingly enough, didn't mention anything about it anyway. He simply went over to a padded chair--it didn't look extra comfty but that suited him fine. He sat down in it and then sort of pulled his legs up onto it as if this were some kind of comfty bed he had just found. He didn't intend to try and hold anymore conversations with Whiskey tonight.

Does this mean a potential time lapse? .0. Writhe had seen the weather earlier but he hadn't thought much about it since then. Only that he should probably sleep so that he could be ready whenever he was needed in the morning.

Whiskey's eyes opened, still in the window cubby. He didn't bother checking on Writhe, most likely because Ten needed a chance to explain him. Either way, it was barely dawn and the light had not yet reared it's head brightly. He looked out the window, it wasn't as windy now, but it was still snowing.

_________________ Thank you Ten. =PBrad is now....A MAN....after however long this message has been here. >=. --Mega10

Writhe was actually still asleep believe it or not. He had his head burrowed beneath one arm which was tossed over it and poking up over the side of the chair. One leg was hanging off the chair, the other up tight against his chest, and his head had disappeared. Surprisingly he found it quite comfty.